Fingers Too Clumsy, Voice Too Loud

I play in front of people once a year. Everybody’s drunk, the expectations are low, and the co-players are as bad or worse than me.

It’s always been a dream to play a set at a dive bar, but I settle for the annual spring pike trip. The six string makes the packing list along with the tuning device for the tone deaf, and the memories of being asked to stop playing Bad Moon Rising on repeat.